Hearth to Hearth
~ Four things in any land must dwell, if it endures and prospers well:
One is manhood true and good; One is noble womanhood;
One is child life, clean and bright;
And one an altar kept alight.
Now gather round the fire, my friend,
Warm yourself, a poem I shall extend. ~
Here be your cocoa ... careful now, 'tis quite hot!
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
The little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Touch the magic button below for a valuable lesson!
If you dare, touch the skull and enter my hidden room to hear a most unusual tale.
Do not forget to bring your drink.
I apologize if my correspondence falls behind.
I be having a slight problem with Rascal.
Did you see what he wrote? Uff da!
(touch the desk to find out)
Hear Ye, Hear Ye! Shy has received her very own shield from SheriBerry!
Where to next?
Each month a different poem shall be read, please visit again.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
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